Hearing this voice, a hint of bewilderment flashed across Su Ye's face.
She looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old person with a hunched back shuffling toward her unsteadily.
For a moment, she couldn't even discern if the old person was male or female.
"Xiao Ye, do you recognize them?" Sun Zhuo wiped away tears and asked.
Su Ye grew even more confused, shook her head, and was about to speak when the elder had already approached her.
The face was covered in wrinkles and stained with tear tracks, the eyes cloudy yet filled with numerous emotions that Su Ye couldn't understand.
The old person began to speak, voice trembling.
"After more than ten years, Miss Su Ye has grown so much. If we weren't at the lady's grave, I wouldn't have recognized you."
A piece of memory in her mind seemed to have been nudged.
Su Ye suddenly widened her eyes: "You are... Grandma Xu?"
She wasn't sure.